Thursday, February 28, 2013


I'd love to welcome fellow Evernight Author, Rebecca Brochu who is here showing off her brand new release from Evernight's Romance On The Go line...Enjoy!


Jacob Stine, one of the owners of the town’s bakery, has wanted Race Carroway since the moment they first met much to the amusement of his best friend Kyle. Despite the obvious tension between them he’s always assumed that the hunky mechanic would never be interested in him. Jacob’s contented himself with admiring Race from a distance until the day he’s forced to call him for help.

When the encounter turns steamy and then ends with Race running off without an explanation Jacob is torn between hurt and confusion. He has to make the decision between finally moving on and trusting Race with one more chance. Will the baker have what it takes to get his man?   


The wet heat of his mouth was almost torturous, and Jacob scrambled to find something to hold on to. His hands skated over the top of Race’s buzzed hair for a moment before he forced them away to claw at the wood behind him. Race reached up and grabbed one of Jacob’s hands, placing it on the back of his own head and pressing in silent permission.

Jacob felt his heart skip a beat, but then it was back to racing hard and fast in his chest as he cupped the back of Race’s head in his palm and gave a short, shallow thrust of his hips. Race hummed low in his throat, and the vibration sent chills down Jacob’s spine. He pushed forward harder, forced his cock farther down Race’s throat. Race swallowed, and Jacob couldn’t help himself after that.  

His free hand went up to clutch at his own hair as he used the other to maneuver Race on his cock. One minute he pressed in deep, could feel the heat of Race’s breath on his hair and his tongue lapping at his base, and then he would pull him back, let him suckle at the head for a second before doing it all over again. Jacob was intoxicated by the very idea of having Race, strong muscular Race, even a tiny bit under his control, even when it was painfully obvious that Race allowed it to happen.

He’d been so on edge around Race for so long that he knew he wasn’t going to last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Race sucked him hard and fast and then soft and slow. Not with the way Race took him deep and hummed around his shaft, only to pull back and lave the head of his cock with his tongue. Jacob could feel it building, could feel his balls drawing up and tightening, and the hand on the back of Race’s head moved to his shoulder to push frantically in warning.

Race’s mouth came off of his cock with an obscene noise and then his hands were in its place, trailing up and down his shaft, stroking him fast and confident as his thumb flirted with his slit.

“Come on, Jacob. Want to see you. Been wanting to see you for months.” Race practically crooned at him, and the sight of him there, normally taciturn and dour-looking Race on his knees, eyes blown wide from desire and lips red from sucking his cock, was too much for Jacob. His eyes slammed closed of their own accord, and he felt the orgasm punch its way through his body as he spilled over the tight circle of Race’s finger while Race continued to croon at him almost sweetly.

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Wednesday, February 27, 2013


Morning! Hope you all are having a fantastic week! As promised, debuting my new cover for Dating Impossible which releases Tomorrow!! Whoop!  First...Cover...Then snippet!

I absolutely adore it! down to business... Here's my paragraph for this week's hook! I hope you like it!

That thought sobered JJ better than skinny dipping off the frozen shores of Alaska. So what the hell was she supposed to do now? Ignore him? As if. What a fucking nightmare.  
Which is exactly what JJ walked into when she entered exam room two. The cause of her self-loathing and obsession since puberty stood at the top of the gurney while Ambra tried to keep a facemask delivering oxygen on the patient’s face. One security guard held down the patient’s legs, and the other held an arm straight out so that Jake, one of the other ER nurses, could try to place an intravenous catheter. JJ glanced at the clip board in her hand. Ralph Hankle. A sixty-seven-year-old frequent flier whose admissions through PGH’s ER were like a revolving door. Every few weeks or so the cops picked him up for intoxication. He struggled against the leather restraints on his wrists and ankles, occasionally bucking his torso off the gurney.
If you read Dating 911, you will recognize old Ralph...So what's wrong with him? Can you guess? Next week's hook will include my VBT for Dating Impossible and a chance to win a grand prize of $100 Amazon gift card if you hit all 9 of my stops and can complete he mystery sentence! Stay tuned! In the mean time starting tomorrow, you can get your copy of Dating Impossible here: 
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Friday, February 22, 2013


Morning! Exciting News as my next release is set to debut next Thursday, February 28, 2013 from Evernight Publishing!! Isn't it Sexy?


Focused on her career, Dr. JJ Jones doesn't have time to date—and she certainly doesn't want to date the "player" of the ER none other than her girlhood crush, Dr. Cruz Avery. JJ found out the hard way that romantic relationships in the work place don't mix forcing her to relocate back to Arizona and change jobs. She's determined to spend her free time enjoying her Harley, reading true-crime novels, and learning about the new community she lives in. Dogged by the gorgeous Dr. Avery with his skillful hands, disarming smile, and hot lips, her resolve wavers. For now, she's having fun making his mission to date her down right impossible!


But damn if she wasn’t all prickly one minute and hot and yummy in his arms the next. His cock hardened and he shifted in his chair. Large almond-shaped green eyes, pink pouty lips, and that sexy belly button ring and tattoos. Cruz shook his head. JJ was definitely a mix of contradictions. She was all innocence and badass rolled into one. And smart. 

None of his usual bullshit lines would work with her. So how was he going to get past her no-dating-a-co-worker rule and find out if they had the possibility of a real future together? Christ, she was making this entire dating thing impossible. He rubbed the tense muscles of his neck. 

Sex two nights in a row doesn’t mean we are dating. Or in a relationship.

Her words looped over and over against his skull and were the other reason why he couldn’t concentrate on jack-shit today. What he needed was a plan. But what? 

He sat up straighter in his leather chair. The kernel of an idea blossomed. What if she didn’t realize they were going out on dates? Yeah, baby. He liked the notion already. But he’d have to tread carefully. JJ was a clever girl. Cruz would just have to be one step ahead of her in order to make his plan work. And once she was hooked on him… He glanced at his reflection in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of his office door and pointed to himself. His lips curved into a perfect smile and he winked.

Who could resist this?

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About Kathleen Grieve~

Full time nurse, amateur cake baker, writer, and zombie obsessed, Kathleen draws a lot from the real-life medical drama she experiences as a RN for her novels. Writing romance is a creative outlet where she can effectively deal with the daily stress and sorrow, adding levity and humor to situations that provide a happily ever after when there isn't one. 

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013


Welcome to another Hump Day Hook! Today I'm sharing a paragraph from book 2 of my Dating Series with Evernight Publishing which is to be released next week! My cover is due any day now. I can't wait! Hope you enjoy Dr. JJ Jone's & Dr. Cruz Avery's snippet. It's short and sweet to get ya'll humping faster!

Dating Impossible Release Date February 28th, 2013 from Evernight Publishing:

JJ was new to the staff at Phoenix General Hospital, so their paths had yet to cross in the emergency room. During the two shifts she’d worked at the hospital so far, she’d learned a lot about the player of the ER. So much information was out there on Cruz, she was surprised he didn’t have his own #DrAvery hash tag. She pictured numerous tweets filled with lots of juicy information on the infamous Dr. Avery.

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Happy Hump Day!!

Sunday, February 17, 2013


Good morning all! I have a special treat! Today I have debut romance author, Layna Pimentel on my blog showing off her first release, A Gift From Fate! Congratulations, Layna!


After colliding with a stunning vision in white, retired Staff Sergeant Brent Daniels offers to drive the beautiful stranger to a hotel for the night, but instead discovers he’s with one very lost creature. He’s bewitched by her sinful curves, her dark and mesmerizing eyes, and the pull at his soul with each minute passing. Nevertheless, he can’t shake the feeling she’s hiding something.

Melpomene, daughter of Zeus, finds her handsome rescuer resembles the man who has continuously haunted her dreams. Before long, she’s in his arms, wanting more. Knowing their days are numbered, desperation leads her to reach out for help by an unlikely ally.

Just how far will these two lovers go, and what will they sacrifice to be together?


“My name is Melp—Mel Pomene.” She’d nearly given herself away. Zeus, her father, would have heard had she whispered her name. Her father. Heavens, he’d turn the mortal realm upside down if he suspected she was here. And right now, she desired nothing more than to stay a little longer. With any lucky, I’ll return before he notices.

 “Well, Mel, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Your last name is rather unusual. I assume you’re not from these parts?”

His question silenced any thoughts drifting through her mind at that moment. A new kind of tension rose within her. She couldn’t disclose her origins or who she was. Guilt settled in her stomach for leaving her sisters behind, but she wasn’t given a choice. The Fates dropped her here, only mentioning an experience for three days…provided Zeus didn’t find out. Only the Gods knew what he’d do if he found her cavorting around without a proper escort.

“Earth to Mel? Are you all right?”

“Yes, I am. I’m just thinking of home, which is Greece. I’ve come to the United States for an adventure, it would seem.”

He chuckled before she’d finished speaking.

“What is so amusing?”

“The mere mention of seeking adventure after getting lost is rather comical, nothing else, sweetheart.” He removed his right hand from the wheel and petted her knee. The warmth of his hand stirred an unfamiliar emotion within. This was the man from her dream. Those hands had touched parts of her body no mortal would have dared, and here she sat, wishing he’d do more than pat her.

She jumped as a smack of thunder echoed through the truck. Rain pounded on the roof, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The sound grated on her nerves, but she was ever so grateful to be in the vehicle with him.

He appeared agitated with each crack of lightning. She noticed his knuckles blanching against the black wheel, so strong was his grip. Melpomene glared out the windshield. Clouds darkened as if night descended upon them, only missing the stars, and trees whipped violently in the wind. Terror gripped her.

“Looks like we’re going to have to pull over, Mel. I can’t see where we’re going, and the roads are slick. Anything can happen out here. We’ll be safer this way.”

Melpomene pursed her lips together. She sensed he meant well. One of her many talents as a goddess was the ability to hear one’s inner thoughts. While she disliked using the ability, tonight it proved beneficial. “How long do you think the storm will last?”

“I’m not sure, sugar.” He yawned and stretched his arms behind him.

Dark circles etched his eyes as he fought a second yawn. Melpomene unbuckled the seatbelt and slid closer to him. The urge to touch him and run her fingers down his face was unprecedented. He blinked with shock but sat there motionless while she stroked his brow. Who’d have thought, underneath that rough exterior, you’d be honorable.

She wanted to wrap herself in his arms, possess his mouth. An urgency to become lost in his affections and attention ruled every cell in her being. “When was the last time you slept, Brent?”

“Yesterday, for two hours.”

She shook her head. “No. I mean, an uninterrupted, dreamless slumber, leaving you refreshed.” Her voice softened to a whisper.

“Not since before my last tour. Give or take fourteen months ago.”

“Brent, you need your rest. One cannot function with only two hours of sleep. Please, close your eyes for a bit. An extra hour or so won’t make a difference.”

A long and shaky yawn escaped his lips, when he whispered groggily, “How does someone as young as you come across so doting and motherly?”

Now there was a thought. He had mistaken her youthful look for an inexperienced young lady—mortal. Brent couldn’t have been more wrong, but they’d sort out the misconception soon enough.

“I can assure you, Brent, I am most certainly not young by any means.”

Before he could argue, she pressed a finger to his lips. “Sleep.”

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Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:




Once again, Congratulations!! I can't wait to get my copy!!

Monday, February 11, 2013


Welcome to My Valentine's Snippet Participating is Easy!

All you have to do is follow Evernight's FaceBook Page Here:!/evernightpublishing and answer a question about the following snippet in the comment section. Be sure to leave your email addy so I can be sure and give you your prize!! I'm offering up a $25 Evernight Publishing Gift Card!

My Snippet comes from my latest release, The Doctor's Deception:

Faith Daniels stared at Cheryl’s closed fist and the short
plastic straws it contained. Trepidation rippled up her spine. She hated this. Her gaze flew to Jolene, who chewed her lower lip nervously.  The two of them were the last two nurses in the lounge left to choose.

 “Go ahead, Jo. Pick one.”

Jolene’s hand trembled as she reached out to grab a straw
before she snatched her hand back.

 “I can’t, Faith. You go.”

“Well, somebody better draw. Nurses’ report ended five
minutes ago, and I know the night shift is probably more than ready to go home,” Cheryl, the day charge nurse, urged.

“Oh, what the hell. I’ll go.” Faith inhaled a deep breath and
grasped the smooth plastic.

Not again. Please, God. Not again.

 She pulled and out slipped the one inch stump she’d been
dreading. Cheryl opened her palm to reveal the two remaining straws that were about an inch and a half longer than the one Faith held. Her heart skipped a beat. Her silent prayer had fallen on deaf ears—again.

A collective sigh of relief escaped the other nurses. They
collected their stethoscopes and started to make their escape.

“Thank God!” Jolene said dramatically, wiping her hands on
her hot pink scrub pants. “I couldn’t bear the thought of putting up with him today.” She gave Faith an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Faith, but better you than me.” Jolene picked her stethoscope up off the table and left for shift report like her hind end was on fire.

“Damn. How do I always get the short straw, Cheryl?” Faith’s
gaze pinned the only nurse still left in the room. “What have I done to deserve this?”

“It’s called Karma, Faith. You just don’t have any.” Cheryl
chuckled. “Cheer up. At least he’ll be in surgery for a while and won’t be able to start in right away.” She patted Faith on the back and followed the others.

Faith turned to her open locker and grasped her stethoscope.
She wrapped it around her neck, then slammed the door shut with enough force that it bounced back open. She was going to have to deal with him for the fourth shift in a row. The thought depressed her.


Dr. Stone Lassiter.

God’s gift to cardiovascular surgery…At least in his own,
over-inflated opinion. A derisive snort escaped her and she closed her locker. Since he’d come to Deerborne County General last year, she’d made it a habit to avoid him as much as possible. But, when forced to deal with his anger when he was on a roll, she fired right back with an overexaggerated
sweetness guaranteed to get on his nerves. Her behavior
was childish, she knew, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

His superior, know-it-all attitude made him an easy target. She didn’t like the way he treated the nursing staff. He was often rude and impatient when he gave orders.

Was it really necessary to snap and yell at people when things
didn’t go as planned? This was a hospital with living, breathing
patients. Nothing ever went as planned. What did he expect, robots?

That’s what was so wonderful about her job. There was a new
challenge every day.  Besides, wasn’t there an old saying about honey versus lemons? Obviously, Doctor Granite-head hadn’t heard of it.

What he needed was a healthy dose of his own medicine now
 and then, and Faith was very good at medication administration.

Staring at the bulletin board full of educational opportunities
and kudos for excellent teamwork amongst staff, she sighed. Of
course, it didn’t help that he was six-feet of well muscled M-A-N.
Half the female staff became tongue-tied in his presence. Worse, when they had him on the phone and heard that sexy baritone over the line, they’d forget why they’d paged him in the first place. Which only provoked more of his condescending attitude.

 Faith couldn’t blame those nurses, though. When she’d first
seen his honey-blond hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, she’d
wanted to drool over the new doctor too. His perfect physique
would’ve given a Greek goddess reason to salivate. Then Stone
Lassiter had opened his mouth and ruined the moment. Too bad his ego filled up any room he walked into.

 Faith left the lounge and inhaled the familiar scent of the
hospital. The unique smell tickled her nose as she entered the nurses’ station— a combination of antiseptic and commercial cleaning materials. Her stiff shoulders relaxed a fraction, and she scanned the  room. The low hum of conversation buzzed around her, along with the different chimes of call lights bleeping patients’ needs and the heart monitor signaling minor changes in the beat of their hearts.

 Nurses were paired together as they quietly discussed night
shift’s accounting of each patient’s condition. She spied Chad
Thorson sitting by himself next to the central cardiac monitor.

 Thinking he had her patient assignment, she plopped down in the vacant chair next to him. “Hi, Chad. You must have the patient in SI-7 going for open heart surgery today.”

“And you must be the lucky nurse to have drawn the short
straw,” Chad said. “Again,” he added, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.” Faith grimaced. “Have all the fun at my
expense you want, Thorson. Rub it in. Go ahead. But remember who wants my tickets to a certain concert next week. I may decide to forgo studying and tell the new pharmacist I’m available for a date after all.” Faith slipped two tickets to the Van Halen concert out of her pocket and waved them in front of Chad. “Who knows when Eddie and David will be able to come to terms and tour again after this? Rumor has it this is their last concert, but don’t fret—I’ll pick you up a T-shirt.”

 Chad’s shoulders straightened and he sobered instantly. The
dimples disappeared from his cheeks and he raked a hand through his black hair, sending the thick waves into disarray. “Oh, come on, Faith. I was only razzin’ ya. This is the concert event of the season.”

 She smiled and handed the tickets over. “I know, but it was
fun to see you humbled, if only for a moment.”
Chad grabbed the tickets and kissed them fervently. “Yes!
You’re the greatest.” His glance slid over to Jolene. “She’s going to love this. Hey, when we’re done with report, walk with me back to the lounge and I’ll pay you for them.”

Nodding, Faith pulled the pen from behind her ear and took
the patient clip board from him. “Okay. What can you tell me about this lady?”

“Mrs. Humphrey is a seventy-two year old woman who came in during the night complaining of chest pain. She received the usual meds in the ER—aspirin, a couple doses of morphine, and she was started on a nitro drip that we are to titrate to relieve her pain.  Currently, I have her on fifty-five micrograms per minute, and have  steadily advanced it. She’s still having intermittent tightening in her chest.”

 “Is her blood pressure tolerating that high a dose?” Faith
asked, concerned, knowing how quickly nitroglycerin could drop a patient’s blood pressure.

“Yes. In fact, we started her on a beta-blocker and gave her
three separate five milligram doses of IV lopressor because of her hypertension. That seemed to help. Not only did it bring her heart rate down from the 120s, but her blood pressure had been 184/97. After the lopressor and the nitro, she’s now hanging out in the 140/80 range.”

 “Okay, so if she’s just having chest pain, why is Dr. Lassiter
on board? Couldn’t they just take her to the cath lab and do
angioplasty to open her arteries up?”

 Chad laughed. “You wish. Then you wouldn’t have to deal
with you-know-who.”

 Faith glowered at him.

 Chad held his hands up in mock surrender. “All right, I was
only teasing you. They did whisk her off to cath lab from the ER to try and open the blockages in her heart, but the occlusions are in difficult places to reach and they were unsuccessful. So, Dr. Lassiter was consulted to do her bypass. Since she’s still having intermittent pain, he bumped his other case and is going to operate on her first.

 She’s already had the two hibiclens scrubs to her chest and legs, the pre-op checklist is completed, and her consents are signed.”

 “Good. What about labs? I’m assuming her cardiac enzymes
came back positive.”

 “You’d be right, of course.” Chad grinned. “Just like I’m
going to bet you’ll draw the short straw again tomorrow.”

 “I’d take that bet,” Cheryl said.

 “Me, too,” Jolene chimed in.

 “Face it, Faith.” Chad leaned in. “The odds are in my favor.”

 A round of laughter erupted from all the staff present.
Her suspicion returned, burning in the pit of her stomach. Had
they been rigging the straws? It seemed unlikely she’d get the same one four shifts in a row. She caught the shared secretive glances and smirks on their faces. From now on, she’d pay closer attention.

 “Oh, you guys are a riot. It isn’t my fault I pulled that damn
 straw four shifts in a row. Maybe we should change it to rock, paper, scissors—even the playing field a bit. You guys probably color code the straws or something.” Faith held her head between her hands and feigned a severe headache. “Maybe I’ll call in sick tomorrow.”


That's the end of my snippet. Here's my Question:  Do you think the nurses have rigged the drawing of the straws so that Faith gets the short straw every time?

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Tuesday, February 5, 2013


Here is the linkys list to sign up for the Valentines Day Blog Hop next week!


Top of the morning to ya'll! How's the humpin' been going today? I wracked my brain trying to figure out what I should post for you since next week I will be in the middle of 3 Valentine's Day Blog Hops! Two of which will be listed here on my blog and the other on my website  I finally decided to share a bit from my current release, The Doctor's Deception available for purchase here:  My hero, Dr. Stone Lassiter is trying to make up after a fight with nurse Faith Daniels who shares my obsession for chocolate! LOL


“Wait,” he interrupted. “I’m not sure where things went wrong

this morning, but I want to apologize.” He brought his hands forward and exposed an enormous square box. “I’m not above using bribery to get what I want.” His gaze burned with intense heat. “And, I want you.”

Her heart fluttered against her ribcage. She tried to ignore the

excitement coursing through her veins and peered at the package in his grasp. Gold script, with a familiar emblem a few shades darker than the container itself, teased her. Her eyes widened. She gasped.

Godiva Chocolate?

Her knees trembled. She leaned heavily against the door. Oh, she was in T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

That's it for today's Hump Day Hook! Don't forget to check out the other fabulous authors sharing their hooks this week here:  You won't be disappointed because we have a wide variety of different genres which I thoroughly enjoy reading each week!

As a side note, one of the heart surgeons I work with read this book. When he told me he had loved it and asked "Where can I get your next book?" I was thrilled and about died from embarressment at the same time! I never expected him to READ my story I'd written about a fictional heart surgeon!! When you read Dr. Lassiter's story, you will know why! LOL

Enjoy the rest of your day!